Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.